Mother, medical social worker, wife of a cancer surviving commercial pilot, and other stuff too

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Guilty

There are days when I feel more vindication than sympathy when I get texts on my work phone from A at home saying things like " Littlezilla has emptied his lunchbox onto the floor because he didn't like what I packed, twice" or "he just peed on my foot because he doesn't want to take a shower" or " he refuses to wear any shoes except the blue ones and I didn't take them out if the car like you told me to." But bless him for pitching in while he is home.